The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

Vigofortz of Logevin, a warlock who is considered by many demon hunter enthusiasts to be the strongest man in the world, put another tiny dead fetus into the glass jar and watched "it" slowly sink into the pale yellow solution.

Just a little bit more, definitely just a little bit more, he firmly believed.

Whoosh!

Flames rose from the warlock's hands, instantly burning the blood on his hands and the scalpel.

He wiped the scalpel carefully, inserted it into the tool kit, and adjusted the angle of the knife.

In the experiment, every detail must be paid attention to, including the position of the tools.

He looked at the disemboweled experimental subject with disdain, as if the failure of the experiment was all due to this poor pregnant woman.

He raised his hand, and the corpse floated steadily, and was directed by him to float out of the window. Then, it burned into charcoal in the rising magic flame, shattered, and fell into the abandoned lake filled with mist, as if it was a soul thrown into the devil's domain...

The warlock sat down in the soft velvet chair, raised his head, closed his eyes, rubbed his nose and eyes, and summarized the gains and losses of the last experiment in his mind.

There were wooden shelves on the side of the soft chair, filled with glass jars, and the pale yellow solution was soaked with even more creepy things, newly formed human fetuses, placentas or hearts with half blood vessels, or a complete thin spine...

Squeak~

The door of the laboratory was pushed open again, and the fire in the room illuminated the corridor outside the door.

A pretty woman wearing a waist-length blue and white lady's long dress walked in.

The male warlock asked without even opening his eyes: "Lydia, what's the matter?"

The pretty woman did not speak, and there was no expression on her face, just walked in. The white skirt brushed against the rows of wooden shelves, turning a blind eye to the horror in the jars.

The warlock seemed to have heard her words, opened his eyes and smiled and replied: "Okay, okay, I'll take a break. Let's see what delicious food you made."

A tray floated out from behind the woman called Lydia, on which there was a teapot, a teacup, a plate of cakes and a small jar of brown sugar. It turned out that she was also a magician.

Lydia placed the tray on the round table next to the soft chair, poured a cup of black tea, added sugar, and stirred it evenly.

During this period, she occasionally glanced at Vigfortz with eyes that could not be concealed, with love, worship and attachment. Strangely, there was no expression on his handsome face.

Lydia said to the warlock through telepathy: "Teacher, you should eat more sweets, which is good for recovering brain fatigue."

Vigfortz smiled and nodded, took the teacup and took a big sip, and deliberately rubbed the back of the woman's hand with his fingers.

Lydia walked behind the soft chair, and the warlock closed his eyes and leaned back with satisfaction, enjoying the head massage of the female assistant.

He believed that even if everyone betrayed him one day, Lydia would not.

Love, it really is something that can drive women crazy.

But he won't! He will never be swayed by any emotion!

Abandoned by his parents in the slums of Kovir, he survived by picking up garbage and stealing.

Adopted by a group of druids wearing leaves, he lived a wandering life without a fixed place to stay. Those druids said it was cultivation. What kind of cultivation is there if you can't even get enough food?

Why can those stupid nobles like pigs ride in carriages and eat white bread, while he can only walk barefoot and eat potatoes?

This is unfair!

Fortunately, the druids finally taught him some useful things, such as natural forces and sticks, such as how to fight.

Soldier, robber, spy, gangster, he has done too many jobs, but he doesn't know where to go, who he is, and who he wants to be.

Until he met that girl, or woman?

I can't remember the woman's name anymore, and I don't remember her appearance... But she taught me what desire is, what happiness is, what love is, what magic is, and that love is shit!

Magic is such a good thing, mysterious and powerful, just like the power of God left in the world!

And he finally understood what he wanted to be? God of the world!

The power of the reckless man could not fulfill his wish, the power of nature could not fulfill his wish, and even the magic he had studied for more than a hundred years could not fulfill that wish, so he only had one choice left - the blood of the ancients.

Since he began to analyze the prophecy of Isilini 100 years ago and learned about the existence of the blood of the ancients, he has begun to study it.

It's a pity that he was not strong enough at that time, and he could only be a small magic professor in Ban Ade.

It's a pity that the Queen of Temeria and her family stayed in Vizima City and couldn't do it. It's a pity that they couldn't catch the little prince.

Later, he heard that the little prince really awakened the blood of the ancients. It was the news of the three old witches of Velen, and it couldn't be wrong.

He was upset for a long time at that time. If he hadn't missed the child, perhaps he might have mastered that power long ago.

His mind skipped over those old memories. Less than half a minute had passed before Vigfortz opened his eyes and pushed the last bit of fatigue into his heart.

He grabbed the woman's hand that was being massaged and said, "Lydia, inform the mercenary leader below that there are not enough experimental subjects. Bring some back. I'll need them in ten days."

There was shyness in the woman's eyes, but there was still no expression on her face. She followed the man's hand and turned the chair to stand opposite the man, telepathically transmitting, "Okay, teacher. Are you going out?"

Vigfortz nodded, "I'm going out in three days."

"You will attend the questioning of the Art and Craft Association in seven days. You said it was very important and can't be delayed."

The warlock nodded again, "The last questioning meeting is indeed very important. If you can join the association, the subsequent plans will definitely go more smoothly."

Vilgefortz smiled, "I believe they will not refuse my joining."

Delia grabbed the other person's hand and gradually tightened her grip. "You are amazing. You should be the youngest mage in the association? Can I go and watch?"

The woman's eyes shone with anticipation and admiration.

Only she could truly understand how powerful and wise the man in front of her was.

The man answered quite happily: "Of course!"

Women, giving them a little sweetness will not only help improve work efficiency, but also consolidate loyalty. He is not too stingy with such daily rewards.

"Thank you!" Delia cried. The tears suddenly disappeared when they fell down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped away the tears.

What a bummer! It was time to get back to work, thought Vilgefortz, and he waved.

The woman turned around and left in a slight panic.

The warlock was sitting on a soft chair, eating pastries and drinking black tea, waiting for the male assistant to bring the experimental body.

How to obtain the bloodline power of Ancient Blood?

He has studied this for a long time and experimented with countless methods.

Finally, a solution was found in a healing casebook from Meriteri's ancient sect.

The placental blood of the unborn child can be exchanged for the parents for a blood transfusion. This method was used in ancient times to treat blood diseases of nobles. Later it was abolished and banned because it was too cruel.

Catch Sirilla, let Sirilla conceive his child, and then replace it with the baby's placenta blood, and he will have the ancient blood.

Since the Temerian prince can awaken the power of blood, it means that men are not without a chance!

Men also have a chance to awaken the ancient blood, so Vilgefortz has a 100% chance!

Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the laboratory door.

The warlock, still sitting in his chair, responded: "Come in."

Squeak~

For the fourth time tonight, he heard the unpleasant grinding sound of the door shaft, which made him a little irritated.

Wilgefortz's male assistant, Alto, who looked like a middle-aged male mage, bowed and said: "Teacher, the experimental subject has been brought."

Wei Ge chewed the pastry and pointed to the test stand.

Alto hurriedly asked the mercenaries behind him to drag the experimental subject in and lay the young pregnant woman with tears on her face flat on the experimental table.

The two mercenaries didn't dare to look up from the time they entered to the time they left. They didn't dare to look at the furnishings in the laboratory or the mage sitting on the chair.

If Master Mage's bounty hadn't been too generous and his methods too ruthless, they wouldn't have been able to stay any longer.

Wei Ge swallowed the food in his mouth with the sweet tea and asked: "What is the physiological condition of the experimental subject? How much anesthetic powder was used?"

The assistant used a knife to cut the pregnant woman's clothes and answered: "The experimental subject weighs 118 kilograms, has a slightly faster heart rate, and everything else is normal. The anesthetic powder was used three times, 12 grams, 8 grams, and 5 grams."

Wigefortz took another sip of sweet tea and nodded, "Yes, the dosage is quite accurate. A fast heart rate is normal, and it is an instinctive reaction of human beings to fear."

Assistant Alto threw the subject's clothes out of the window, came over to help Vigo put on the lab coat, and then stood respectfully aside to prepare to assist in the subsequent experiments.

…

In a bedroom in Styga Castle, there is an easel in the window, with an unfinished landscape painting on it, including cliffs, dead trees, bones, and sunken ships.

There are nearly ten oil paintings of various sizes hanging on the walls of the room, at least three of which are of Wige Fortesz.

The sorceress Lydia van Bradvoort lit an orb of illumination and stood quietly in front of the mirror.

Her body was shaking a little, and she had to experience this scene, a painful scene, almost every night.

But only in this way will she give up her extravagant expectations and become that man's wife.

She knew that she was not worthy, and she knew that she could only hide in the shadows silently and use everything she had to help that man realize his ideal.

The slender white fingers touched the cheek, but passed through.

The pretty face flickered for a moment, like a poorly connected screen, and then half disappeared.

The upper half of the face still looks delicate, but the part below the nose is in a state of disfigurement, the chin has disappeared, and a black and ugly hole can be seen in the throat.

Delia forced herself to open her eyes wide and look at her ugly face.

This was the result of an experimental accident. Not only did she lose her beauty, she also lost her ability to speak.

Regeneration spells are ineffective, and no beauty magic can bridge such a huge bone loss...

No matter how superb her painting skills are, she still can't draw an ordinary face for herself...

Delia just looked at herself, loosened her braided hair, untied her high-necked lady's skirt, and let the skirt slide down, revealing her upper body covered in burns.

She just looked at herself in the mirror and began to figure out where there were any loopholes in the teacher's plan.

The alliance with the Nilfgaardian Emperor is no longer secure, that ungrateful bastard! How dare you drive the teacher away from Nilfgaard!

Fortunately, the teacher had foreseen it and left a backup plan in this castle, otherwise even the follow-up experiments would not be guaranteed.

It's a pity that the defense force around that tyrant is too strong, otherwise he would be just a mortal emperor and not difficult to kill!

We must continue to place spies in the Golden Tower City, otherwise we will not get news from the south.

Reigns has been doing pretty well recently and could use some sweetening.

There is no news from Cintra yet. I don’t know if Nilfgaard has conquered Cintra. I don’t know if Nelatin Sika can play a key role...

If that idiot who is neither male nor female is of any use, the early investment in teaching spiritual magic will be in vain, and a suitable candidate needs to be found.

There are still so many mage apprentices in the Imperial Warlock Academy who cannot graduate, and not every one of them will be willing to become an ordinary soldier of the mage regiment. What a shame!

Maybe there are a lot of chess pieces that can be used.

In seven days, the Society of Arts and Crafts will hold an inquiry. The Arts and Crafts Association is the core leadership circle of the Warlock Brotherhood. As long as you can join the association, the teacher's future plans will be more secure.

She must verify that moment with her own eyes and be prepared to help the teacher prevent any accidents.

The meeting will be held in the Gastang Palace of Arethusa College. Every time there is a meeting there, magic cannot be used, and Dean Tissaya will activate the magic-forbidden enchantment.

But don't worry too much... No one knows that in addition to his powerful magic, the teacher is also a highly skilled warrior. Just those old warlocks, haha...

Lydia extinguished the lighting technique and walked to her bed...

…

There are 24 days left before leaving this world, early in the morning.

Marvin left the city of Cintra on a black unicorn and headed north, with his destination being Gos Velen, a seaport city in Temeria.

You have to ask for the teleportation coordinates of the Golden Tower City first. Going there on your feet will be too slow.

The news that Cintra defeated the Black Army of Nilfgaard has spread in the past few days, and normal navigation and trade on the Yaruga River has resumed.

Although Marvin was dressed a little strangely, he only had a "sword" hanging on his waist and no prohibited weapons, and he looked like a knight wandering alone.

He rented a boat and successfully crossed the Yaruga River. The soldiers at the ferry on both sides of the river were not in trouble after collecting money normally.

Why not let Mossack help open a portal directly? Or take a boat?

Marvin has his own plans.

It used to take three days to ride overland, but Ned's journey was much faster, and probably more than one day was enough.

Taking advantage of this journey, he and the unicorn could practice coordinated teleportation. It means that one person and one horse teleport at the same time while running, so that basically no one can stop him, and even if he runs away, he will run very handsomely.

In the evening, Marvin sat on a stone on the roadside to rest and have dinner. Ned and Raven were playing in the water on the beach not far away. To the east of the road was the Brochlon Forest.

Fortunately, Ciri helped prepare a lot of alfalfa, herbs and fruits that unicorns like, otherwise this alone would be a bit troublesome. I owe Calanthe another small favor.

At noon, they passed by Ham, a small town where they had lived for two days, and passed by the seaside where their bloodline had been awakened.

Thinking about the past, I had planned to escape into the Blochlon Forest if I was really being hunted by the Wild Hunt.

Even though the tree spirit lady inside is not very reasonable, it is still much better than being caught by the Wild Hunt.

While I was thinking wildly, the scenery in front of me suddenly brightened up, as if the color saturation was suddenly increased.

In the warm, holy light, a girl in a white dress with blond hair and golden eyes walked out.

Whether it is the way she appears, the holy white gauze skirt, or the bright flower crown on her head, as well as her translucent body and majestic eyes, it is proved that this girl is very extraordinary.

The girl's bare jade feet landed gently on the stone beach by the roadside, and she said as if singing: "O descendant of ancient blood, people outside the world, you have violated your destiny."

Marvin stood up, his nerves tense, ready to use the knife at any time.

Although he didn't know if he could hit this girl who looked like a goddess, sitting back and waiting was not his style.

The sound of rapid horse hooves sounded in the west, and Ned and Modus rushed over at great speed.

The girl glanced at him and then turned back to look at Marvin, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her tone was majestic, "A hundred years ago, you were just a prince, and I let go of your offense. Now..."

Humph... The black unicorn blew out a stream of white air from its nostrils. The horse's head was slightly lowered. The horn covered with a sharp metal sheath was the only weapon he could use.

The raven has taken to the sky and is circling.

Marvin felt that no matter whether to fight or not, he had to gather some information first. He thought for a moment and asked: "You mean Princess Cirilla?"

"Bold!" The girl's tone became more majestic, "I am the goddess of fate, kneel down and sincerely confess to me..."

As if she was not used to it, the girl adjusted herself and continued: "Yes, I am talking about her. She is the child of destiny, and her destiny cannot be changed!"

Marvin suddenly became less nervous.

The mission was issued by the Tree of Void and the Paradise of Order, and he was just the executor. If this bitch who calls herself the Goddess of Destiny is making trouble with this, then he has a backing.

He spread his hands and stated the facts: "But I have already done it."

The girl gradually abandoned the goddess model and shouted angrily: "Who is behind you? Huh? Is that old woman Meriteri back? What is she going to do! Start a war between gods?"

"Go back and tell her that I'm not afraid!" She said she wasn't afraid, but she sounded so unsure.

As if to make up for her lack of confidence just now, the girl suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Marvin.

Whoa, click, click…

Several black chains and translucent branches popped up out of thin air around her, wrapping the girl tightly around her.

Click, click, click...

The chains and branches tightened quickly, dragging the girl into nothingness. The girl's last exclamation remained in the air: "Nah! Order Paradise!"

…

Note: Chapter 46 of Volume 1 has been changed. The high-level vampire is not Regis, and has also been sacrificed. For this reason, the attributes of the protagonist were all changed last night. Regis will not appear in this book. It can be considered a best of both worlds. I have to make a living. Please forgive me if you don't understand.